Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.